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maslimanny · 2 months

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Happy day everyone!!!

Life is the flower for which love is the honey.

#victor hugo #morning #love #life is not easy

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lostlibrariangirl · 1 year

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23 March - 100 days of Productivity - 81/100

Here I am again... doing my best once again to be able to provide myself some freedom regarding professional opportunities. Things are terrible where I work, my whole original Dev team has left, as the client we work for is the worst. My QA partner is also suffering, and we try to provide each other some comfort, talking about what makes us sad, and what we want to do in a near future. He is also leaving, and I am happy for him, he is too good for those employers. I know that there are good companies out there, and I will keep studying to be able to get in one of them as soon as possible. All of this I am living, reinforced something very important for me that I would like to share with you all: give your best while you are learning, in order to do not be attached to something that make you sad and miserable. Study enough and trust yourself to be able to leave what is pulling you down! I am doing this, and will do my best to be the master of my own career (ˆ⌣ˆ) Start all over again, renew yourself, review your dreams, but never give up your happiness and your freedom ┗(^o^　)┓三

#motivational #focus #studying #study focus #studyblr #studyblr community #study blog #study tech #programming #coding interview #coding community #coding #100 days of productivity #100 days of code #programming community #life is not easy #life is hard #learn with life #study can change lives

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truth-within-you11 · 1 year

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#live now #philosophy #alan watts #be here now #life is not easy #life is precious #dontwasteyourlife #photography #photoshop #life quotes #quotes

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hakeemjacosta · 1 year

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So today, I had to make a really hard decision with my life and making that decision is one of the hardest thing I’m going to do and it’s not something to really be happy about but I felt my world closing in and the need to scream so in tear I decided to cry and I wanted to catch it on camera so maybe if I survive this phase I can look back and watch myself.

#me #emotional #life is not easy

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eclectic-ways · 1 year

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Not gonna lie, this is not an easy mindset to embrace if you had been through A LOT and still are in life. I’m almost there though.

Even if one might have been a victim in some cases, it’s best to deny and revert that for the sake of manifesting your psyche and the great things you yet to accomplish.

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wasabi-gumdrop · 9 days

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local ladies man’s signature move totally useless against autistic monster enthusiast. more on Kabru’s fumble era at 6

#i’ve seen so many interpretations of that 1 hr freeze frame of Kabru’s smile in ep 16 #he’s meeting his long time crush of course he’s trying to charm him #Kabru so obviously has a big fat giant crush on Laios #like atp in the story he’s tried to talk to him and get his attention so many times agjdjajdj #Laios is the human rubix cube he’s been searching for his entire life #everyone else is almost too easy for Kabru to pin down #Laios on the other hand … a treasure trove of autistic mystery #Kabru is so locked in #Kabru used signature move: charming smile #Laios: no effect!#there’s something so beautiful about the popular pretty boy entering his fumble era when his one true love turns out to be autistic #labru #laios touden #kabru of utaya #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #wasabi rambles #seen so many clock that smile as nefarious and machiavellian #baby no Kabru is just dialing the charm up to 100 and what we’re all feeling is second hand embarrassment LMAO

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sarojnip · 13 days

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Do things at your own pace.

Life’s not a race. ♥️♥️

#life choices #lifequotetoday #life quotes #life is not easy #wednesday quotes

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wisedreamerreview · 20 days

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Seeking Answers and finding Maturity

I’m sitting here scrolling through social media and listening to the rain falling outside. The same rain as yesterday is falling now. A slow, light, soaking rain. The world around me has exploded in its green dressing, making such a difference from the winter months. The outside cats were fed an hour ago. Momo (our part time cat) showed up after not being around for a couple of days. She allows…

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#Bible #faith #God #Jesus #keep the peace #lessons in life #life is not easy #prayer #seeking safety #seeking to keep calm #sin or not #struggles #truth and lies

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theoptia · 9 months

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Marguerite Duras, from The Easy Life

Text ID: I was no one, I had neither name nor face. Moving through August, I was: nothing.

#marguerite duras #the easy life #quote #french literature #lit #miscellanea

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storybookprincess · 1 year

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working in a library, i encounter a lot of people who are in the process of filling out important forms, sending important faxes, and copying important documents. and the more important these things are, the more stressful, meaning i end up assisting a lot of really stressed people with a lot of really stressful paperwork, and have thus developed the ultimate line to immediately validate and empathize with their situation

“they don’t make it easy, do they?”

i nearly always use this line at some point in the conversation & it works without fail, because there is ALWAYS a they and they are ALWAYS not making it easy. you don’t have to specify who “they” are. you don’t even need to have an approximate idea of their role in this process.

job application? disability paperwork? insurance documents? financial aid paperwork? in any situation, the person visibly relaxes & enthusiastically agrees, because someone understands their plight: they are out there & they are NOT making it easy

#liv speaks #library life #happy national library workers day here in the us!!!!!!!#we help you with what they are not making easy!!!!

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maslimanny · 3 months

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If you had made yourself, you would be toast.

But you didn’t.

The One who made you.. He knew every challenge you would meet, your faults and weaknesses. He was the one who put them there.

And for each brick wall you would hit, He provided you a ladder. For every chasm of your soul, a bridge to walk over. For each mountain you would have to climb, a reservoir of strength to surprise even your own self.

When a challenge arises, you need only imagine what it must take to overcome—and you can be confident that strength is within you.

#maslimanny #Rumi #life is not easy

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catmask · 6 months

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with that said there are characters that a fat maybe not canonically but they are spiritually. to me. they may not be drawn that way but i know whats true. ive seen it like a sort of prophet

#serizawa. send post #he did NOT live his life as a shut in for almost a whole decade to be drawn SKINNY! not by me at least #also like so many characters over the age of 30. no more fit moms and dads GIVE them that divorce body fat NOW!#*strikes you down with the force of god*#but honestly alternative for serizawa that ive always liked is that he gains weight when he starts working for reigen #because he can now go out and eat new foods :D he has actually gained an appetite because he's moving around more #and isnt just eating like instant ramen or whatever his mom brings him #see how easy it is you can just believe it with your heart. you just have to find the ways to make true waht u know #scratchpost #txt

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inkskinned · 7 months

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the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.

three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.

two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.

their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.

one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.

i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.

i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.

and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?

you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.

a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.

someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.